~Post-Modern~

[Guest guest]

Post-Modern

In primitive

fields

of the female void

primal soup simmers.

In chemical muck

the first single celled organism

divides.

They grow in the ocean

multiplying.

They eat each other and change

in morphogenic fields of possibility.

Evolving...

in no time at all

into magnetic body fields.

The body is a drug...

as powerful as anything

I can stick into it.

Dip stick.

Freudian slip.

Tight lipped.

Hard prick the syringe

into her

void

where a snake slithers

in the bush.

Near the entrance

a heretic spreads confusion

like a disease

administering a

sludge transfusion.

Sleaze.

The moment tastes

like a cold, dusty coffee

and there's waiting

at a watchtower

for some post-modern fall-out;

the cleansing, the blessing

to blow it all away.

You know it's a sucker's bet

to place the date of

the end of the world.

Besides apocalypse is now, I say

anyway.

Who noticed?

The post-modern demolition is

an event horizon only to be chased forever.

Could we mask all our pain

with a post-modern make-over?

We'll see...

When post-modern catches up

with the primitive...

When what matters

meets anti-matter.

While on my way near an underpass

on the highway there's a sacred cow.

I pass a billboard.

It says, 'Killing Time'

...and I can

smell

the scent of leather

amidst the post-modern

slaughter.

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[Guest guest]

, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

> So, David,

> Brother Bozzi the bold one, i salute this great piece You've offered

> up on such a platter of Greatness,

 

Sweet Sister,

Platters of Greatness

are meant to be smashed,

as any bible

or buddha image.

 

The Bridge that delivers us Here

burns...

(speechless)

> Let's

> always play like this with wonderful words like we see here.

 

...until speech is no more

and only Play...

 

David

(loss for words)